Art – Not just the painting perfectly placed on a wall. Art is that wall, that Graffiti, Me, You, Us.
Freedom – Not just the feeling of those chains and shackles being lifted. It is the feeling of being able to be yourself. The roles and expectations of others no longer matter, nor should they ever. Freedom is finally being able to say Fuck you, and breathe..all in one go.
Spirit – Not just your inner feelings. But the spirit of your ancestors guiding you. Calling you onwards, whispering in your ear. The ancestors before you, they parted the way so that you can.
Me – Not just a woman. Not just a Mother, not just a domestic maid, not just there to stroke an ego. I am a writer, a lover of Art, a lover of me. I forgot me. She came back.